St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-04-17
cHAuNcEY f. WHEELER.

The willowy athlete. who stands pen
sively chewing gum while he gazes at the
stock board. is Chauncey E. Wheeler, of the
firm of Pressy, Wheeler & Co., the we'll
known brokers, who is one of the ''ah,
there" young men of Minneapolis. He
wears subdued expression of sadness and
last summers Seer-Sucker coat until the
hour of p. m. Then he puts away the
ink stained garment and his aspect of hid
den sorrow, and leaves the Office wearing a
pearlgray spring Overcoat and glossy
tile. which is Derched jauntily over face
as free from care as that OF a school-bOy
during summer vacation. MI. Wheeler
was born at Manchester, Ia, which is cele-
brated as the birthplace of the inventor of
the Howard movement that is now applied to
watches of the best make. His record,
however, was made at Dubuque. the seat of
Dubuque county, place which possesses
an elevation of 576 feet above the level of
the sea, and a court house. He was first
telegraph operator, but finally was pre-
vailed upon to become confidential secretary
to railroad president. 1t was four years
ago when he came to Minneapolis, hand-in-
hand with E. II. PresSy, and started feed
store for the sale of sshorts' in the room
now hallowed by the presence Of the buSi-
ness department of the GLOBE. Increasing
business and desire on his part to swing
Indian clubs led to the fitting up of the
firms cOmmOdious exchange and readin 6
room. where he is now to be found.
Chauncey's athletic prowess is attested by
the fact that he is captain OF the Lurllne
boat club, while he is a member of the MIC
ollet club. and several other associations
organized for mutual benefit and improve
ment." 1t is in aquatic sports, however,
that he delights. Give him uniform,
pair of spOOn-oars and papier mache shell,
put a couple of girls on the shore of Lake
Calhoun to watch him and he will skim
DER the vastly deep at a rate that will raise
bliSters OH the surface of the water.
A BORN NOVELIST.
Out on Twenty-siXth street is harness
maker named James O'Brien, who is one
of the Qllietest men in the world; man
who rarely smiles. He had an apprentice
once. who was passing through that period
of youth when a yellOWcovered dime novel
possesses irresistible charms. 1t was for
thGbenetit of this boy that Mr.. O'Brien at
times was accustomed to relate some of the
remarkable occurrences that had come
under his observation during an eventful
career.
Zone of the strangest cases of revenge to
Sheath / remember" remarked Mr.. O'Brien
one afternoon, as though soliloquzing to him
self instead of talking to a silent listener who
occupied the three-legged stool in the corner,
was that of Artemus Jones'" AT this the
eyes of the apprentice stuck out like couple
of door-knobs, and he drew nearer to the
narrator. "Artemus. continued Mr.. o. Brien,
WAS cabin boy on Natchez steamboat.
One day the captain, who was brutal fellow,
kicked ArtemuS so hard as to nearly loosen
his back teeth. That night Artemus Jones
left the boat, but not forever. No, he went
to New York state and learned to run steam
boat One dark night eleven years later he
applied to the same captain for the position
of pilot, which was vacant on account of q
dispute that had taken place the night before
between the mate and the former pilot. Ar
temus was not recognized, aud was given
charge of the wheel. When all were asleep
| he ran the boat seventeen miles into the
prairie and left it there to rot. With wild.
hooking laugh he nailed board to the mast
| head, upon which was written, This Is My
| Revenge He disappeared in the darkness
and was never heard of again.
| The apprentice drew long breath which
| indicated his intent interest, and went back
| to his work.
But talking about pluck" continued Mr..
| O'Brien soon afterwards, as he put piece of
| leather in the soak. ST think Ezekiel Hos
| kins, who was raised in the same town [ was,
down East, took the cake. He got way out
| West'where there was nothing but Indians
| and grizzly bears and such. He was a trap
| per and scout from Scoutsville, you can
| bet. Finally the Indians captured him. and
| intended to kill him after holding big pow
WOW. They bound him hand and foot to a
| stake with green hOrsehide so he couldn't
move. Then the squawS began to hit him
| with sticks and spit in his face. Fnallyione
| squaw got too near him, and he couldn't re-
| sist the temptation of kicking her. She let a
| yell out of her a mile long, and told her hus-
band, who was chief of the tribe.
| He came rushing down to where
| Ezekiel was bound to the stake, and with one
blow of his tommyhawk he cut Ezekiel's head
clean off. Do you suppose Ezekiel gave in?
! No, sir. He picked up his head and shook it
in the faces of those numbering redskins"
But" interrupted the apprentice, s'you
I said that the Indians had bound him hand
II was going to say said Mr.. O'Bren
| calmly, "he picked it up with his teeth and
shook it in their faces; yes, sir. shook it in
their faces"
| The apprentice went back to his work.
convinced that the story was true one
There is no telling what wonderful tales he
might have heard, but his parents took him
away from the shop. They said he was get
ting such wild. foolish notions in his head
about Indians that they thought he had
better take another year at school.
|
the fire department de facto or seek other
| fields.
| Tom Overland is not heavy enough at the
waist to carry a pipe line up slx-story ladder
| or there would be one more Scandinavian in
| the fire department
| II it comes to question between the law
preferring ex-soldiers for appointment and
| your uncle Loren Fletcher's promises, the law
will get badly left every time.
| Capt. S. P. Snder is figuring for the next
| congressional nomination. He is the early
bird, this time, but the worm has not APP
| peared in sight
John K. Hall would rather hear an umpire
| yell "play!' than sit on the rim of a cloud.
| with harp and crown and listen TO the music
Of the spheres.
Aid. Dwyer is one of those men who believe
| in clarifying when there is cause. He does
not hesitate to continually remind the Repub-
licans in the council that they are in the mi
| nority.
Judge Rand has got there at last, and now
moralizes as follows: Il went for all Office.
and worked hard ard got left. Lo! now T
walk into an honorable position withonf